Beneath reality, behind the mask you made, we lived our lives inside a masquerade
We failed our emotions like losers in a gambling hall
Debris fell from the scaffold of our conversation as the breathless life of our love rotted like a corpse
Unable to discard the memoirs of life, scars scratched on our fore-head; with no distinction held between hate and love we stretched out a blanket to protect the intensity of our fears. Unable to unfold, we lay wrapped inside our bodies, as tight as hand cuffs around swollen wrists, the bonds between our hearts constantly assaulted by doubts; truth tried to surround us but was twisted out of shape by the tempest of truth.
Shadows fell into the images erupting from the flashback of broken mirrors as the ghosts of you and me in accusation into our stare
Deep inside the darkness of our souls, madness began to stir, in my vision your dreams have been sacrificed and the crown of your glory stripped and devoured by the goddess of lust
Alone in emptiness without a glove around your heart was my masquerade.
My heart torn and bleeding, my voice sworn with begging, your throat sore from screaming, I helped you build a prison without walls
Shadows casting abandoned frames upon your wore out mattress, silently you lie awake each night, longing for the tenderness of probing fingers caressing and exploring your lonesome bones
And yet passion waits patiently in every corner of the room sharpening hungry teeth
Talons claw at the echo of your moans as you satisfy yourself, your eyes piercing the fragile air, choking the reflection of the moon. The empty feel of an unknown body crumbles besides you, pressing breast against breast, the past rubbing its nose against your isolated nipples, a myth of trust fallen into dust around your tethered ankles and wrists
The eyes you see before you are your own, they see more that could be told, beneath reality, beneath the masks you wore, our love was life inside a masquerade.
The love I gave wounded as the surrender of a defeated soldier
Storm falling from the sky upon soft eyelashes, you captured the raindrops in empty sockets and stored them inside the well of your strangled eyes
Fantasy whispers to you
Inside the cracks of the prison walls the decay of fools clamp their weary feet as do forgotten souls searching for resting places
Drifting below the ceiling, the broken wings of corrupted vows cut into the silence that hovers above your secret moans that shelter the spirits of passing strangers
Only you can break the eternal code
Answers to a million questions dance in isolation never revealing themselves to others
Your desires orchestrate the ballet of the fires of revelation that explode from the embers of complacency
Cold love frozen in time next to sorrow and pain
Inside your womb the embryo of the demon daughter of desire gives you its command
Lust steals and desecrates your crown, your glory, your passion, your love
Tainted blood spills from an ugly palm and leaves a stain like a faded tattoo upon your perfect heart
Aroused inside your sleep, taboos caress your swollen pulse, the callous fingers of the sex surgeon probe your curious groin allowing your desires to dissolve like ice beneath the sun as lust prepares to pick up the pieces of the exotic slaughter
The yearning in your eyes as sane as the day you wore them beneath the mask you made
Your innocence the traitor of your heart
The blowing winds of mockery carrying the ghosts of contempt
You hold your hands against the face of your uninvited lover who vanishes inside his mystery
Beneath reality behind the mask you made he is as real as your wetness when he is inside you
All the lovers you have known dancing before you, he steals the mortality of their faces and makes them wear the mask you made in order to conceal their own masquerade
Inside your throat you choke on semen and breath, his lust released, abandoned and free as a river through a forest
Beneath reality, emotions forgotten or mislaid, we build our masks, the ones we wear to breakthrough loves barricades
Beneath reality, behind hidden faces we live our lives inside a masquerade.
